Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 282

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

**Chapter 282: Kill Her Out of Humiliation**

Kieran observed intently as Emma meticulously finished combing Drake’s hair. The gentle strokes of the brush seemed to lull Remy into a state of confusion. With a swift motion, Kieran typed a message into the group chat, his fingers dancing over the screen with urgency.

He sent, *”Ms. Tibarn is busy hiding Remy inside Drake’s hair.”*

Meanwhile, the innocent voice of Remy broke through the quiet, filled with curiosity and a hint of concern.

“Mommy, why are you hiding me?”

His voice, sweet and muffled by the strands of hair, tugged at Emma’s heartstrings.

“Shhh,” she whispered softly, her tone soothing. “Remy, your daddy has to take care of something important soon, and I don’t want any strangers to see you. What if some bad people notice how adorable my little Remy is and try to steal you away?”

Emma’s eyes sparkled with affection as she continued, “So please, for Mommy’s sake, be quiet and take a little nap in Daddy’s hair. Once the bad people are gone, I promise you can come right out.”

“Awoo!”

Remy let out what he deemed his fiercest roar, but to Emma, it sounded more like a playful squeak than a fearsome growl.

Her lips curled into a smile.

Sweetheart, you’re more of a fruit than a dragon. Is that really the sound you should be making?

Unaware of her inner musings, Remy puffed up with pride, his babyish voice declaring, “Mommy, I’m super tough! I’m not scared of bad guys at all. But if Mommy wants me to hide, I’ll do it. I’ll make sure nobody finds me.”

“You’re such a good boy, Remy!”

Emma felt a surge of warmth at his words, the urge to kiss him overwhelming her.

“Emma, I’m a good boy too.”

Drake’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, his expression pleading for recognition. The unspoken message hung in the air: Praise me.

Emma tightened her grip around the potion tucked safely in her pocket, her mind racing with thoughts. What if, once Drake returned to his true self and recalled everything he had done, the weight of humiliation drove him to madness? Would he lash out at her in a fit of rage?

“Emma?”

Drake’s voice broke through her thoughts, tinged with a nervous edge as he pressed for her attention.

Why isn’t she praising me? Haven’t I been good enough?

Finally, Emma met his gaze, her heart softening. She nodded, a reassuring smile breaking across her face.

“Yes, you’re being good too.”

After all, Drake was a man of honor. Surely, he wouldn’t go so far as to harm her out of embarrassment.

With a sense of determination, she handed Drake the potion Thero had entrusted to her. “Drake, drink this before you head out.”

As she placed it into his palm, she instinctively stepped back, creating a safe distance between them.

Drake noticed her sudden retreat, hurt flashing in his eyes.

Emma really doesn’t like me.

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